(11pm) I went and got some ice cream. (Pig out time.)
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(Midnite) How does romance work?
(1pm) Nice workout.
(2pm) I caught up on all my letter writing.
(6pm) Nice walk.
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(Midnite) Quiet nite of tv.
(11am) I feel tired a lot lately, but I think it's just boredom.
Time for a nice long hot bath.
(1pm) Tis a beautiful day.
(4pm) Exciting afternoon of solitaire.
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(Midnite) I took myself to "Children of lesser God". (Beautiful!)
(2am) Tiredness.
(1pm) Nice workout.
(3pm) Erica stopped by and visited a bit. (Nice.)
Maybe my problem is that I have grown too accustomed to doing things alone? (And, writing seems to necessitate a lot of time by myself.)
Instead of saying I haven't dated, maybe I should redefine all the times I have spent with my women friends as dates? (And those are the kinds of times I would like to spend with women in the future, with a little loving thrown in.)
Maybe sharing my poetry with women wasn't the way to find lovers, but at least it helped me to meet a lot of really neat women. (Oh well, I don't write like that anymore anyway. (It used to be that I would go to the bar, write a few short poems there, make copies of them on napkins, and then give the copies to whatever women fascinated me. Now I will write one to six stanzas at the bar and not finish them until later.)) (I suppose a new approach would be to tell women about my poems and invite them over to read them.)
I have been thinking about getting a cat, but I suppose I better find some work first. (Maybe having a pet would satisfy some of my touching needs?)